Location: Tskhinvali. Time: 4:59AM. Date: 8th August 2008.
It was truly an odd hour.
Yet if one dared to look upon the city of Tskhinvali, they would expect to see the city lights on. Brilliant hues and flashes of all manner of colours across its expansive length.
But a few lights flashed. And an oppressive atmosphere enveloped it all.
The city was in the poorest state it had ever been. Demolished buildings, bombed roads, dying fires and the works. The after effects of a harsh battle.
But even so, human life was evident.
People walked along the streets. Although they were armed Georgian soldiers and their patrol squads, it was they who represented the current status of the city.
As far as civilians and innocents were concerned. They stayed in their few homes and shelters.
The authorities enforced a curfew.
Tskhinvali had been overly quick in the disposing of all things Georgian within their boundaries. Diplomats, businesses and innocent civilians.
But once Georgia had enlisted the assistance of a particular magus; the master who proposed the recapture operation; Tskhinvali found itself in a very bitter position.
For one, the Georgian soldiers treated them very harshly.
Who could blame them? Perhaps they had had a relative once live in the city. Only to be kicked out, or rather executed, by a firing squad from enemy forces.
"Honestly. How foul can Humans be?"
One could consider the city rather large. And as was custom to large cities, it had a number of luxury resorts and hotels.
The value of these establishments had drastically crashed with the war and repeated occupations, but one still seemed to retain its aura of majestic elegance and luxury.
The Split lily.
The history of the hotel was extensive and impressive, for sure. But to the single man who had claimed its expansive facilities for himself, it was just another big house.
The hotel had a number of luxury suites. One in particular had even housed presidents and kings.
It was within this very suite that a man stood and admired the expansive destruction of Tskhinvali.
Well, perhaps admired is the wrong term. The nonchalant expression on his face showed no feelings as he looked over the few lights across the city.
One thing to point out was that the man stood stark naked.
He felt nothing, no truly, no shiver run up his athletic chiseled back or body. The breeze from the air conditioning didn't even make him so much as flinch.
In one hand, he held a glass filled with blood red wine. Half of it was gone. The other half gave off a scent akin to fresh grapes.
"They create the very weapons they use to kill themselves. They look upon their own and suspect evil intent. They call themselves foolish for the damage they bring about. A human mind is full of nonsense."
The man held a tone of contempt despite his nonchalant expression.
He then turned away from the floor to ceiling glass windows.
What he stood in could only be described as a 5-star bedroom. A king-sized bed, chandeliers, luxurious seats and sofas, a wine cabinet, and a beautiful painting by a foreign artist.
The only thing that sullied the beauty and luxury of the room was the bloody woman atop the bed.
She was beautiful, if you deigned to wipe off the dark red blood all over her body.
Both her arms and feet were bound in chains to the four corners of the bed, spreading her out for easy viewing, like a common animal on display.
She was naked. This hardly seemed to bother the man as he approached the bed, however.
"I must thank you for the information. Madame Sol."
The man reached a hand down and gently fondled the woman's inner thighs. A slight sparkle of emotion appeared in those formerly dead eyes.
"Please...no...more..."
The voice came out with heavy breaths and a slight hoarseness. But the man didn't stop, instead his hand moved further inwards until it found what it was supposedly looking for.
A single finger slipped in.
"HNNNGH!!"
The finger took a slow pace, exploring like a curious adventurer until the woman was close.
Then it came out.
The woman was on the verge of screaming. But the energy was inefficient, and the body settled for a simple quiver.
Just when her breathing slowly settled, a single finger became three.
"HNNNNNNNGGGGHH!!! UNGH!"
The moans were lustful and indignant. A pleasure forbidden was what overtook the girl's mind. Fully ignoring the angry red welts and bright red scars all over her body.
Quickly, clear liquid splashed all across the cream bed sheets. Coating over the already dried white stains.
"It seems you're well and ready. Very well then, let me reward you."
The man climbed atop the bed and positioned himself between those two beautiful, enticing legs.
A protest escaped the woman's lips, but it was quickly drowned out by the immediate moan that followed.
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The man sat on a couch admiring the rising sun. He was dressed in a bathing robe and held a fresh glass with bourbon.
"Do you perhaps disagree with my method of interrogation, rider?"
He voiced a question audibly and yet he alone sat within the space that acted as the living room of the suite.
Rider.
No response was heard and yet the man nodded as if he had heard well and clearly.
"I suppose not. But I shall not try to defend myself, Rider."
He then stood up and took a deep drink of his bourbon.
"The human mind is overly faulted. Simply fucking a woman is enough a reward for my services to this country."
He then made a showy turn and his bathrobe swung with his movement, revealing his athletic naked body underneath.
He now faced a corner of the space, barely lit because of its distance from the light.
The corner was gloomy and unapproachable. No doubt 'something' stood there.
"I suppose to the like of saints such as yourself, I am the devil incarnate."
"..."
The man laughed and turned away. The musky smell of human sweat and fluids emanating from the bedroom behind him.
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Location: Kutaisi. Time: 8:14AM. Date: 8th August 2008.
David Tserekeli was at a loss.
Here he sat on a comfortable, dull blue couch and in his hand was a fine china teacup, filled with sickly brown tea.
Seated opposite of him, on a chair borrowed from the dining table, was the master sent to support his encampment.
Alyza Lohmus.
Just a few minutes ago he was welcomed in, directed to a seat and asked to wait.
Alyza then spent a few minutes and brewed some English tea.
Not once had she exchanged any form of conversation until now.
"Thank you Miss."
It was a simple courtesy, politeness towards the one he was asking a heavy favour from.
And so David Tserekeli proceeded to take a deep long sip.
{Amazing!}
It was a wondrous taste, sweet and lingering. Heck, an image of heaven nearly formed within David's mind.
Perhaps the tea was symbolising something. Because after David's first sip, Alyza spoke her first words to him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir general."
Beautiful.
This was the thought that crossed David Tserekeli's mind as he looked up and gazed into those emerald green eyes of the girl before him. Her voice was certainly just as attractive as her face as it whistled and stretched simple vowels. An accent that would be considered by youths of today as 'hot'.
Her expression was stoic and absolutely business-like. David certainly found himself in awe of her nobility like presence as well.
"Why thank you, miss. You do me honour."
In comparison to Alyza's accent, David's was gruff and heavy. Like a bear or a man far beyond his years in wisdom.
His heavy presence rivaled hers, and suddenly the simple, barely furnished living room felt like a conference hall.
And with such an atmosphere, David found himself talking business.
"Miss Alyza, I must thank you for going out of your way to be here."
"I am simply following orders, sir."
David nodded. He could sympathise with the rather bitter expression Alyza was striving to hide away. As one accustomed to much the same, he understood well.
"I simply wish for your assistance in defending this encampment. At least until we can say it can readily stand on its own two feet."
It was a simple matter-of-fact statement. Alyza responded with a question.
"And how long may that take, sir?"
"A few weeks. It's only in the event of a servant attack truthfully."
Alyza kept a stoic expression, but David thought he saw a tic in her left eye.
Best not to point that one out.
"That's fine sir. But may I ask is that really all?"
{Is that really all you called me here for?} This was what David imagined Alyza was implying, and so his next statement was in response to such.
"Well, truthfully not only that but we would appreciate your assistance in the war efforts."
He then proceeded to take another sip of his tea. Quite tasty.
"A certain unidentified weapon from the enemy forces has been terrorising the border North of here. We've lost a lot of men and equipment, so naturally we fear an attack here is only a matter of time. We suspect another servant."
David spoke as if to an equal. A general of the army treated a 19 year old girl like an important ally. For that was what she was, David acknowledged her as he talked with her.
There was a certain strength behind that beautiful face. And David was someone accustomed to spotting it easier than others.
"I see..."
Alyza nodded and folded her arms. Her expression changed from stoic to one deep in thought.
David dared not interfere until she spoke again.
"Well I understand now, sir. Could I be provided with any documents for the attacks on the border you're talking about."
"Certainly. I'll have them delivered to you."
David stood up and placed his cap back in its customary position, under his arm. He placed the teacup down and headed for the door.
"Are you leaving, sir?"
"I must. I apologise, Miss, I was only supposed to check on you and talk a bit."
David stood in the doorway and turned to find Alyza seeing him off.
"Thank you for visiting, sir.."
She spoke like it was a formality, and yet David felt a smile creep onto his face.
"No problem Miss. It was a pleasure."
With that, the general walked down the stairs and out of sight.
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